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Presented by
'Handicraft Development Commission'

'and National Film
Development Corporation.'

And Infarkino Film Production
Private Limited presents.

Maati Manas.

Actors.
Harzi Prajapati, Mumbai.

Khemrak Kumar, Molela.

Chatur bhuj Kumar, Molela.

Laali, Mulela.

Sony Devi, Savgua.

Pallavi Appan, Pudukottai.
Avamugan, Pudukottai.

Om Prakash, Azamgarh.
Neelamnidevi, Manipur.

Ismail Siddiqui, Kutch.

Anita Kanwar.

Ashok Sharma.

Robin Das.

Producer.
Lalita Krishna.

Associate Producers. Shantanu Bose.
B. C. Narayanan Verma.

Assistant Directors.
Veena Mohan.

Gurdeep Singh.

Lights.
N. C. Thade.

Sound.
Farookh Patel.

Editor.
Lalita Krishna.

Production.
Mohammad Zafar Khan.

Lab.
Prasad Film Lab, Madras.

Titles.
Vijay Bhalekar.

Editor.
Reena Mohan.

Sound recordist.
A. M. Padmanabhan.

Background score.
Mangesh Desai.

Cameraman.
Venu.

Flute.
T. R. Mahalingam.

Courtesy.
- Gramophone Company India.

Concept.
Kamal Swaroop.

Story and Research.
Kamal Swaroop. Mani Kaul.

Director.
Mani Kaul.

Come. Come. Come on.

'In the Kumbh Fair a cat
gave birth to four kittens..'

'..by the names of Laad,
Alaad, Prahlad in a mud pot.'

'By the time the
other pots were made..'

'..a spider had spun a web
on the mouth of the pot.'

'In the darkness I couldn't see
on the other side of the trap.'

'It would take nine clays
to bake it in the furnace.'

'Once I woke up at night.'

'I couldn't see in the darkness.'

Mud can be molded in any shape.

It all depends on
your imagination.

So it's your wish
whether to mold wings or pot.

If the potter's creation is inanimate
then Brahma's creation is animate.

There is a huge
difference between them.

But both have five elements.

Roots.

We don't say it.

But a person can't
live without roots.

Without seeds chilies
are not spicy.

Mud is the same.

Mud doesn't have any flaw.

Mud has countless flavors.

Mango flavor.

Sour and sweet. All the flavors.

Who absorbs these flavors?

Chilies.

The seeds absorb it.

If a traveler doesn't
find any place to stay..

then he will get a potter's home.

It's Mumbai city.
That's why it's like that.

Otherwise you will
find it in Desawar.

It's our custom.

Since eternity.

When did it begin?

Since eternity.

Since the time the
universe was created.

'Before the fish
hatched its eggs..'

'..the cat got hungry.'

'The cat came into
my dreams and said..'

'I carried it in my womb
and gave birth to it.'

'I don't know about man-made fire.'

'If you can keep my offspring,
I will narrate you a story.'

'Forts were scattered
far and wide.'

'I had a cycle.'

'The creek was at a
distance of 22 kms.'

'Who are two skeletons?'

'They were found in the same pot.'

'They were soldiers.'

'At that time they used to dig.'

'Somebody says they
were husband and wife.'

'Who knows?'

'One has a scratch on his leg.'

'We even found a
small child's tooth.'

'Kn the pot.'.

Amidst the scattered village,
it fell on its face.

'There was a jungle in
the sky, devoid of trees.'

'And we would ask
our future from..'

'..birds and animals
made of stars.'

Listen, Shravan.

Like you, the flowers also
ask their parents' names.

Nobody knew their father's name.

Mother's caste. Or father's caste.

The cat came into
my dreams and said..

After burning jungles..

Singhils were killed by Gimesh.

We are their shadows.

When I was a kid, I
saw such toys being made.

But this is the first time
that I have seen numbered pieces.

of broken pots
enclosed in glass boxes.

I was surprised.

I felt as if their spell
will be broken by my mere touch.

Should I Xerox each
piece or the entire page?

Mother's caste. Or father's caste.

It was a part of the soil.

Broken pieces.

It remained buried in the
soil for thousands of years.

Last monsoon had left scum on it.

We don't even know what
language was spoken by..

people of the
Sindhu civilization.

Mud vessels, weapons and
coins were all the same.

There was no change
even in the writing.

In ancient languages instead
of trees, animals and fishes..

each bird and animal,
cock and hen and plant..

had different names.

Didn't break.

Sindhu changed.

After being destroyed as a city..

It was rebuilt as a village.

Instead of making pots,
wells were dug.

'The zig-zag marks on
the neck of the pot... '

'... was the Goddess's garland.'

'Centuries have passed by... '

'... I've told you
something very ancient.'

'The past is gone.'

'Those that have
become our vehicle.'

'These have emerged
from our bodies itself.

'A horse became someone's vehicle.'

'A camel became
someone else's vehicle.'

'And a donkey for some others.'

'Monkey, parrot.'

'And the crow was
someone's vehicle.'

'The world grew very distant.'

'The lion and the
squirrel hatched a conspiracy.'

'Before the leaves fell down... '

'... the squirrel had
already jumped off the branch.'

'The lion turned into a moon.'

'Hands were made out of
the veins of the leaves.'

'And their fathers
appeared in their dreams.'

'Both the potters sleeping on the
other side of the shadow sat up.'

'We've only heard and
felt it till today.'

'Why are you hiding your face... '

'... in spite of being
the righteous one.'

'When I was little
and I could see... '

'... I saw you were riding a
horse wearing a red turban.'

'We had tears in our eyes.'

'We don't know what was
behind those shadows.'

Do you get dreams?

I see ghosts too. I see God
in my dreams too. - Really?

God has given me a lot
of wealth. At night.

Then?

I saw in my dream that
God was sitting here.

I made tea.

And sister and Bajra told me to ask
everything that I wanted from Him.

He gave me whatever I asked.

And He took me up there.

What did you ask?

All that I wanted. House. Money.

All that I wanted.

You asked for money and?
- House.

What else?
- House. House and money.

You asked for lots of money?

And He gave you everything?
- Yes.

Then?
- Then he took me up.

In the sky.
- Then He flew away.

He went up by climbing the stairs?

He went up climbing by
the stairs in your dream?

How was He?

He was here. Here.

How did he look?

He was...

He was good looking?

I couldn't see
anything when he was up there.

I just got a glimpse.

And then I woke up.

'I had to dig up so much of mud.'

'Only then could the
animal stand up on its feet.'

'And carried things.'

'Mud from different places.'

'We filled our pockets with
mud before leaving the house.'

Heera told the Goddess.

'Who'll knead the mud? '

'And who'll mould it? '

Goddess said, "Bhairon
will knead the mud."

"And Heera will mould it."

'On this, Goddess told the potter... '

'... to get the ass ready
and to leave for the mine.'

'The moment he dug up the mud... '

'... he struck milk
first and then blood.'

'Men fought among
themselves to death for mud.'

'The mud of Morela
was sacred for them.'

'The white bullock tilling
Gangli's fields became skinny.'

'His bones were visible.'

'The bridle would
rub against his bones.'

'Kankali's second son Kaala
didn't bow down to Gangli.'

'He stood firm like a man.'

Snake, you're my friend.

My lyre is with Gangli.

You too will be under his control.

Bhairon, listen.

The one who can tackle
the prince is the greatest.

Not even these smart
women have this power.

The King will definitely
mediate when it comes to the prince.

'Kankali's second son,
Kaala, didn't bow down to Gangli.'

'He stood firm like a man.'

'But he didn't have
his father's consent... '

'... so that made
him somewhat feeble.'

'One blow from Gangli
and he was destroyed.'

'When I tried really
hard to recollect... '

'... I recollected Bhairon.'

'And then Gangli
standing near the yield.'

'She would either start
laughing or crying from within.'

'Dhaga ruined the prince.'

'Kaala vented out the
frustration within him.'

Is that butterball clearer than me?

'Kaala had put shackles on Gangli.'

'Bhairon was still reeling
from that blow by the prince.'

Gangli said on the way, "I
want to feel the prince in you."

Kaala was exposed.

Who are you talking about?

The one who has no child of his own.

Kankali was dark.

So you were named Kaala (black).

We are brother and sister for sure.

But why are you coming in
between the father and the daughter?

'A brave man across
the river was afflicted.'

'One of his friends was Rishabh.'

'As in Kaala and Gora.'

'Where Gora was Gangli's
bullock during the clay.'

'But was human at night.'

So don't do the operation...

Yes.

Take it that he
won't get the work clone.

Reduce it if you want.
What does it matter to us?

Yes, that's it...

'While crossing the
dry jungles of Morela... '

'... that barren land gave birth to
various types of cactus species.'

'There was no trace of any
vegetation or any living creature.'

'This barren land would
lap up any drop of rain.'

'I read a book when I was little.'

'A rider was zipping across
the cactus forest on a horse.'

'He had set out to get
snake's milk or sandalwood flower.'

'All the major Gods
graced Durga with weapons.'

'If one Durga was
needed for a one century... '

'and if Rishabh was
killed with sharp stones... '

'... then seven mothers
turned into seven animals.'

'Head of the
wildest of the animals.'

A crime had taken place
in this village once...

and because of that
the police had come.

The police enquired if there
were any old antiques here.

Patil brought a stone from
here and gave it to him.

On the basis of that,
we recognized...

that the material was
at least 3000 years old.

People didn't come here
for work in the beginning.

But when we began
the work, we used...

to find bones and other material.

We used to keep them in the tent.

And people noticed that.

Then they started working with us.

In the beginning we
found a four legged casket...

there was a man buried inside it.

And the shape of that
casket was like a woman's body.

You must know that when a person
dies there is an understanding...

that he goes
deep beneath the soil.

Shankaracharya says...

you die again, you are born again...

and again you have to dwell
in your mother's womb.

And we found Mother
Goddess in a box...

and along with her a
headless Goddess with that.

We know that when
Karthikeya was born...

at that time one of the
Goddess brought him up...

she was called,
'Vishrashi' and She was headless.

Such is the story of Renuka.

There is one more fresh memory.

In the Kumhar Ghati of Mathura,
the potter's wife...

veiled her face and
read out the blessings...

for all the
children of the valley.

All the names were of
Lord Krishna's mother...

whose names she couldn't
remember, she complained.

She covered the head of 'Tulsi'
(Basil plant) with a red drape.

While sitting on the
buffalo's horns the sparrow said...

'Ishtar' was the
mother of mothers.

She had learned to make the
masks of sparrows from us.

Then the sea dried up one clay.

Many of us went astray.

Who can make such sparrows now?

She carves it with her hands.

She does pottery work.

She is active. She brings the clay.

She does all the work.

She doesn't just sit on the
cartwheel and makes vessels.

She sows the seeds in the farm.

She sprays the manure too.

She digs.

She doesn't just touch
the plough and drive it.

Hariti's daughter who had
hidden under Buddha's bowl of alms...

endured the darkness silently.

Unhappy Hariti who was
wandering and searching for her...

was Kuber's wife, but
she was actually a demon.

She became a mother when she
was estranged from her daughter.

Three riddles.

Numerous buffaloes
flying in the sky.

It rained heavily.

Silence was spread all around.

Green grass grew at
every buffalo's house again.

The cow used to miss the buffalo
while relishing the green grass.

The sparrow who had
perched on the buffalo's horn...

she started chirping
again when she remembered it.

I was a mad woman in previous birth.

I was so mad that in
spite of being a woman...

I was desperate for petty things.

This map is made by my glance.

The roots dig deep in the
ground and suck its content.

The leaves fall from the tree
and get converted into fishes.

Far, far away.

If ever the entire earth
has to be liberated then...

it should turn upside
down like the potter's wheel.

Water stands still clue
to the magic of air.

Let more pasture form at
the bottom of the pot.

Let the water be so
cold that it tastes sweet.

Let the pot be broken only
on the anniversary of the sea.

The three of us change place often.

We chose the path
which is very short.

We were not worried about the clays.

We hear the sounds
of the sky at night.

It was the holiday
season at the place...

belonging to the potters of Angal.

The excuse was that,
Sarpani Mansa, daughter of Shiv...

was sleeping under
the shadow of chanting.

The nectar from flowers
was there on the snake.

Mansa would dress
up well every year.

All the condemnations on
the earth are of Shiva.

And the fights between
them are of their own.

The woodcutter's
target was set on the neck...

when Goddess Renuka
hid in the dense trees.

She entered the other world
with the help of tree roots.

When there was darkness inside,
I realized that...

I had forgotten my head
at the root of the trees.

Parsu must be sleeping there.

Parsu woke up in the morning.

He caught the hair on
mother's head wearing footwear.

The windows of the
houses were opened.

I cannot carry the
weight of my mother.

Many said, watch the
house without a woman.

His footmarks on the dust
were in the reverse order.

His father was born from fire.

Parsu touched it
and shook every body.

He attached the heads
onto the necks and watched.

The laugh of Brahmani didn't return.

Brahmani has joined with Shudrani.

Brahmani stood up and then sat down.

Mother...

the celestial performer
was a donkey in our house.

You were so busy in work
that you didn't notice it.

The mud didn't recognize your hands.

With your dreams,
we found this wheel.

Now you mix it with
your legs and prepare mud.

The wanderers have prepared the
furnace and played the music...

with loud sounds.

The snakes came out
of the lower world...

and spewed venom.

Due to it, all the vessels
of the furnace were cooked.

But it lost all the poison.

After cleaning the
backyard with cow dung...

the brightness increases.

Darkness hides in
the jungle all clay.

We children play
with the goats all clay.

We watched the white
colored aero-plane moving...

in the blue sky.

O, Goddess.

Don't select the vermillion for me.

I get scared at the
sight of vermillion.

A snake with the color of
vermillion has bitten me.

It is of mud.

It is put on the wheel.

And then burnt in fire.

Later on both are joined together.

After that it is fixed.

After that the tailors took it.

They put cover on it with cloth.

And then they gave it for playing.

It is played like this.
The sound is like this.

Ask your mother who your father is.

The person whom you are
going to return the lyre to.

Ask that old man your father's name.

Ask your mother for his name.

Ask me your mother's name.

Your grandpa and father are one.

Your mother and sister are one.

Ask me your sister's name.

Ask Parvati.

Ask Brahma. The Lord is a bull.

And we seven sisters are the birds.

We have made Lord Krishna.

The milk-maids.

Even the...

So he took away the wall?

Yes, he did.

How did he take it away?

Dug it up and mounted it on
the car... - And took it away.

It must have taken a long
time to dig it out. - No.

No, it had become light.

They worked so hard on it.

Everyone got together and
dug it out and took it away.

Everything. We have made
almost everything we could.

All the animals.

Which one do you like best?

I like the goat.

You make a good goat.
- I like cows.

Even the buffaloes.

The birds too.

The moon was playing hide
and seek behind the hillocks.

After our bus's
departure it was left behind.

I was the only one
awake watching those two.

I couldn't fall
asleep while being seated.